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chimielie · 3 months

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oh my god, they were roommates

part 2 to and they were roommates. no cws, just silliness.

you're not talking to tooru.

he's not sure how you manage it so effectively. you eat all your meals in your room while he's home, except for when you manage to sneak from there to the door while he's in the bathroom. his only clue that you've gone out is that you leave your bedroom door open when you do, really hammering home how empty his life suddenly is.

"even when we're in the same room," he sighs, resting his cheek on his fist. "it's like trying to grab a fish out of the water. i turn around or blink and poof! gone!"

"your sleeve is dipping into your drink," says his date. "and i really think you need to discuss this with your roommate. at home. alone."

tooru waves goodbye forlornly as they stand up and walks out of the restaurant, leaving behind a half-eaten ball of rice and a broken man.

"you are like a sad, sad," akaashi says, pausing to really linger on the word sad, "wet cat. please stop bringing your dates here to mope about—to them. you are forming bad associations between our business and your terrible romantic etiquette."

akaashi keiji is a mangaka now, or an editor for one, anyway; he works at onigiri miya (tokyo location) on the side because it's the only way he routinely leaves the house; tooru brings his dating drama here to brighten up what must surely be a terribly boring life.

"what would you do without me, akaashi-kun," tooru stretches his arms high with a languid sigh that makes akaashi worry that he has comprehended none of his words. "wouldn't you be so miserable if you didn't have me to bring romance and excitement to your life?"

"i have a boyfriend of several years," akaashi says, which is rude to remind tooru of while he's in such a vulnerable state. "i have plenty of excitement with him in my life."

"inconsiderate!" tooru snorts. "please break up with him to show me solidarity."

"i will not be doing that." akaashi picks up the nameless and now-vanished date's plate and takes a bite out of the leftover food.

"understandable," tooru nods, "that's very reasonable. i just don't know what to do, or how to fix it, or what i did wrong."

"you come in here every other night to whine about what you did wrong."

"do not."

"do too," akaashi sticks out his tongue at him. there's a grain of rice stuck to his lip. "you spent several months going out on dates trying to make your friend-turned roommate jealous—during which, I'll note, you basically exclusively talked about the person you were and continue to be obsessed with—then initiated... romantic physical contact, then ran away. because you have the attachment style of a stray cat."

"ah, akaashi-kun," tooru says. "are you saying i get around?"

"i am saying you are lurking outside the window and begging for attention and then biting the hand that feeds you when you get it.”

“oh.” tooru is quiet for a moment. “can i get the check?”

“it’s on the house if you’ll just go home and talk to your roommate and never come back here with another date.” akaashi says, finishing off the onigiri.

“deal.”

your room is empty, your bedroom door ajar when he comes home. mournfully, tooru sits on the bed, reminiscing over the hours he'd spent gossiping with you here.

he'll just wait for you to get back. when he used to take you dancing—with your other friends, but you'd wind your arms around his neck and he'd run light hands over your waist, your hips, and you would look at him like no one else even existed—you always wanted to leave before midnight. it's ten-forty-nine now, according to his watch, so he's sure you'll be back before long.

you get home at two-oh-four. you had never seen the point in staying out longer when going home and chatting over a bowl of cheesy noodles with tooru was so much more appealing—you didn't want to dance with anyone else anyway. now, though, you don't want to be home, and you have something to prove. to who, you're not sure, but you find yourself staying out later and later.

even though you always return home alone. you'd thought about really upping the ante, about moving on as abruptly as possible, but you couldn't. it felt like going too far in this petty revenge game. after all, you still—

you stop short, dropping your shoes on the floor. the devil is in your bed, lying on his side, knees tucked to his chest to fit his absurdly long frame. his breaths are even and deep, his face peaceful.

"oh, tooru," you sigh, and climb over him to tuck yourself against his warm side.

you blink your eyes open slowly, sleep still gleaming in the corners of your vision. there's a weight on your hip and something that smells really, really good surrounding you, nearly lulling you back to sleep.

"oh, please don't," says a voice you haven't heard in days. "my arm's circulation has been completely cut off. i may never serve again."

you jolt away from the soft source of warmth, which you realize belatedly is oikawa's chest.

"what happened?" you say, swiping at your face with the back of your hand.

he looks frustratingly perfect as always, brown hair rumpled, eyes soft like you aren't in the biggest spat of your friendship.

"i was waiting for you," he admits, leaning on his side and casting his eyes down, his lashes shadowing his high cheekbones. "because i wanted to apologize, to be clear. i must have fallen asleep, and then i woke up, and it was like—"

"yes," you cough. "i see. um."

"i'm sorry," he says. "hey, look at me. i'm really sorry."

"for what, oikawa?" you laugh nervously.

"for being stupid," he rolls one shoulder in a shrugging motion. "for trying to make you jealous and instead just being, like, a complete fucking clown during all of it."

"make me jealous?" you say, blinking at him.

"please don't look at me like that," he says, scrubbing over his face with the hand that's not propping up his head. "it-you make me nervous."

"we've been friends for years," you say, still apparently lost. "how can i make you nervous?"

"you always will," he laughs, but it's strained. "look—i like you. probably more, but i'm trying not to scare you—any more than i already have, i mean. i'm not sorry for kissing you, is what i mean. i should just—i should probably go."

"wait," you say firmly before he can untangle himself from your sheets. putting a hand on his shoulder and pushing yourself up to meet his lips, which are soft and dry and parted slightly with surprise.

the kiss is warm and lingers, even after you pull away. tooru stares at you with dazed eyes that make you shy, dropping your own. his voice is quiet but hopeful, contrasting his words in tone when he speaks.

"what the fuck?"

#haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #oikawa x reader angst #oikawa angst #oikawa fluff #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa x reader fluff #oikawa tōru x reader

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inu-sunset · 1 day

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if somebody requires that i communicate to them in A Certain Way, how am i supposed mindread my way into knowing that. unless they explicitly say, “hey, i need you to communicate with me like This because otherwise we might end up on different pages,” i’m probably going to default to whatever method of communication has caused the least amount of strife in my experience. i’m DEFINITELY not going to pick up on a need for communication style-change if the style in question is one i was explicitly raised to believe is rude, callous, disrespectful, inconsiderate, and aggressive. like how am i supposed to know. how can i know what a need is if the need was never communicated in the first place?

(by the way? this applies to both laios and toshiro. how was toshiro supposed to know laios needed direct communication. how was laios supposed to know toshiro’s responses carried context beyond the words themselves. “then say that!!!” applies to BOTH of them)

anyways the laios/toshiro slap-off wasn’t a “good guy/bad guy” “victim/bully” “uwu autistic/evil allistic” showdown. it was a nuanced exploration of how two flawed, compassionate, warm-hearted people might inadvertently hurt each other due to differences in culture, communication style, and communication need. it was two guys firmly planted in their own siloed cultural norms, with differences in their respective communication weak points (laios/receptive, toshiro/expressive), trying to bridge that gap and failing and hurting each other in the process. neither of them are cruel for cruelty’s sake - they’re just humans, making mistakes and navigating the consequences

(this post sponsored by the ethnocentric no-nuance takes some folks have been tossing out. free yourselves from white western christian “good vs evil” false dichotomies. enjoy the nuanced flavors that come with seasoning a dish with more than just salt and pepper)

#dungeon meshi #dm text #mine

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homunculus-argument · 8 months

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Unless you're doing math or baking, or something where there's an exact way to reach an exact goal, it's generally good to bear in mind that most things can't be done wrong, just in different ways, and if the same goal can be acheved multiple ways but you're not achieving the goal, the issue isn't about the wrong method but the wrong approach.

Most difficulties people have with social interactions isn't that someone is bad at talking with people, just that people are used to different ways of talking with people. There's good social skill in learning to observe how people talk, and learning to adjust your approach to match someone else, but if things like pleasant conversation just aren't happening, it's good to just be able to shrug and accept "maybe this is just how things are done where this person is from." Conversations are like tossing a ball back and forth, but the rules of the game are different from person to person, and from place to place.

Like talking pace. There's both cultural and personal variation in how quickly the turn to talk is switched, and people who are fast-paced will often find themselves stalling and struggling to come up with something more to say when the person they're trying to talk with seems to be dead silent, and on the other end, the slower-paced talker is struggling to get a word in, because the pause that they see as the natural pause between turns to talk is interpreted as an awkward silence by the faster talker, who struggles to fill the gap, usually unintentionally interrupting the slower talker just when they were about to start their own turn. Both parties are frustrated.

The way of talking I was raised with is talking about yourself. Like if we're talking about work, I'll talk about my own work, and then when the ball is thrown back to you, you talk about your own work, back and forth, so while we're both just talking about our own thing, we're still both talking about the subject of work. It would be rude for me to talk about your thing as if I knew anything about it as well as I know my own personal thing, so if you describe something in your own job, I'll go "oh, so is it similar to - " and describe something that I see parallels for in my own work thing.

And for people who don't do this, talking only about yourself comes off rude, like you're not listening to what they're talking about and are constantly trying to change the subject back to yourself. The rules they are playing by are different - you're not supposed to take the ball, you wait for it to be handed to you, and someone dominating the conversation is hogging the ball, and being inconsiderate. I've had to learn to pay attention to this more, and see if the person I'm talking with is trying to politely let the conversation be All About Me, and is simply politely waiting for the ball to be handed to them.

If you have no idea why something isn't working the way you think it should be working, it's sometimes good to pause and remind yourself that you're probably not doing it wrong, but that it's probably time to check that you're not trying to play two completely different games with different rules.

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murdrdocs · 1 year

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you should totally write another enemies to lovers w ethan but like fem!reader and him get paired into a project we’re they have to take care of an egg together as if it were a baby? (like those cheesy movies LMFAO) and maybe they constantly argue about it and even try to convince their teacher to get paired into different groups but they’re forced to work together. then one night, reader has been taking care of the egg all day, she decides to go to ethan’s apartment but as soon as she leaves her apartment building she gets a call from ethan!gf (to mess w her) and at that point she’s just running to ethan’s apartment and yeah you can do the rest.

description. you're paired with ethan landry for a silly, 2000s-esque 'baby project', forced to reckon with the troubles of parenthood, and your inconsiderate feelings towards the brown haired boy.

includes. GN!reader, allusions to sex but no smut, reader curses a lot, chad's here :D

word count: 1.6k+

a/n: im so sorry it took me so long to write this but its here now :) also i changed this a bit just bc here we have the fake babies that cry and stuff and it adds drama yk and this was not supposed to be this long but enjoy nonetheless (also x2 this isn't proofread at all and it's written like an extended blurb)

anytime you said your life "was a movie" you were never serious. which is because before ending up in this class, life for you was nothing but usual teenage and young adult endeavors; parties, hanging out, spending entirely too much money.

but now, your life literally is a movie. an early 2000s movie that the production shouldn't have greenlit because it desperately flopped in the theatres and digital release, only to become a cult classic 20 years later.

however, you're stuck in that flopping at box office point, coming in the form of being assigned a project where you had to take care of an egg, then a fake baby, in a class you shouldn't have been in in the first place, and being paired with ethan landry out of all people.

you don't have anything against ethan per se, but you don't like him either. on a scale of dislike, neutral, and like, you're in the lower end of neutral with your feelings towards ethan.

he wasn't a horrible guy, but he just reminded you of the guys back home. the ones that were always unnecessarily rude and help "opinions" that were really just hate speech waiting to be turned into hate crimes. and sure, he hadn't done anything in particular to be compared to those people, but you're better off being safe than sorry.

you're sitting across from him now, a brown egg sitting between you two, and your eyes switching from glaring at the egg to glaring at ethan.

"so ... how do you wanna do the schedule?" ethan asks, fiddling with the sticker on his smoothie cup.

your glare intensifies and you sit back in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest. "i want you to know that i don't wanna do this with you."

ethan looks slightly shocked by your blunt statement, which infuriates you more. and then he says, "...okay?" like he doesn't care. asshole.

you decide to be the bigger person, taking a deep breath before you continue speaking. "okay."

it's silent for a few moments. "now that we have that cleared up, how do you wanna do the schedule?"

you and ethan decide on who should take care of the egg-baby for the first week, until you upgrade to a fake baby. that night when you go home, you send an email that is a mix between begging and demanding your professor to switch your partner.

the week was fine. it could've been better if your professor switched your partner, and if you didn't have to communicate with ethan landry more than you would have ever wanted to. but apparently, people can't always get what they want.

by the first class the following week, 3 groups have broken their egg and failed the first half of the assignment. you sit and listen to your professor lecture each and every one of you about the importance of good child care, and how taking care of the egg was the easy part. as she hands out doll babies in a carrier, and understand how lifelike the not-toy is, you start to realize just how much harder this is going to be.

"who would've known blackmore had this sort of money." chad marvels at the doll in the stroller. he has his hands on his bent knees, his brown eyes shifting to notice every detail about the doll in the stroller.

"it fucking knows how much time each of us spends with it, chad," you complain through a mouthful of burrito bowl contents. you have a little time alone since ethan had class, so you took the time to take yourself, and amelia/janice (you and ethan couldn't agree on a name) to the dining hall for lunch with chad.

"just spend time with ethan. i do it everyday."

your eyes roll so hard that you have to pause and hold a hand to your head. "easier said than done."

chad laughs a bit, sitting down in the seat across from you once again and starting to dig into his own burrito bowl.

"what's your problem with him anyway?"

"oh don't even get me started–" but he did get you started. you detail all of the things that deems ethan to be insufferable in your eyes. his abercrombie model body, his nerdy persona, his "well actually" moments, his need to correct everyone, the way he seems like he actually hates tara and sam, his not-so-subtle superiority complex. chad stops you whenever you start to mention his hair.

"just sounds to me like you're hiding your true feelings behind anger."

you don't have a response, instead opting to check your email to see your professor sending a third denial to switch partners.

you're thinking of a way you can convince her whenever ethan texts you.

'my shift? '

"gotta go," you tell chad, sliding him your tray to dispose of with a grin, feeding him an excuse about being a "busy parent now" whenever he tries to argue.

okay, truth be told, ethan landry wasn't that bad. he offered to take up shifts whenever you even alluded to being stressed about other things, he offered to buy you meals in return for watching amelia/janice for an extra half hour. he seemed like he both cared about passing this project, and you.

"just so you know, i also tried to switch partners," ethan admits with just a hint of shame in his voice, and a light pink tint to his cheeks. but you don't know if that's from his confession or the alcohol in his system.

it's the end to another grueling week taking care of amelia (ethan let janice go) and you decided to celebrate by opening a bottle of wine. you were feeling oddly good that whole week, so whenever ethan came over to drop amelia off, you invited him in for a drink.

which turned into two. which turned into a late night kitchen makeout session.

the alcohol was obviously hindering your thinking abilities because not only were you pressing ethan landry back against your counter with your body and letting his hands roam all over your figure while he kissed you, you also pulled back and stared at him wildly to ask, "wait, amelia's down for the night right?"

ethan smiles big, playing along, "yeah, she's down for the night".

his hands find the end of your shirt and the slide underneath to feel the warmth of your skin. your room was occupied by your daughter, but your roommates were out for the night and the couch was available.

you let ethan lead you there and decide that yeah, ethan landry isn't that bad.

this, is the climactic point in the film. it's so cliché that you can predict the next moments, and you don't like them.

you were walking from your apartment to ethan's, preparing to drop amelia off for ethan to take care of now that he was out of econ. you've done this same walk safely many times before, so you weren't worried about yourself at all. you had your headphones on, playing music at a low volume just in case, and there were only a few minutes left in your walk. when your phone rang, you didn't think much of it. you answered it without checking your phone, a chirpy "hello?" being your greeting.

the voice on the other hand was unrecognizable. "hello." he said it like a statement, not a question, as if he had an upper hand.

"who is this?"

"i'm ... an admirer."

a chill runs through your body and you quicken your pace. "okay? what's your name?" you're looking around, searching for people on the street to witness something just in case. but there's only 2 to 3 people walking at this late hour. what are the fucking odds.

"i go by many names. some people call me the boogey man, others their worst nightmare." he speaks slowly, methodically, with a smooth tone, a direct contrast from the fast shakiness in your voice.

"oh, yeah? why do they call you that?"

"because ... i'm known for gutting people like a fish."

you don't say anything, going to reach for your phone and hangup instead. which, you do. you hand shakes as you go to call ethan instead, but before you can click on his contact you're getting a call from him.

"ethan? thank god, i was just about to call you. some fucking weirdo called me and he was freaking me the fuck out but i'm almost at your pla–"

"you think i'm a weirdo?" the same voice.

you glance down at ethan's contact, blinking, making sure you didn't read it wrong. but it's right.

"... ethan?" you ask softly, your heart thudding intensely behind your chest.

"yes?"

"is that you?"

"uh-huh."

fucking asshole.

"you fucking asshole." the entrance to ethan's apartment building is in sight now, as is the boy himself, standing in front of the building with his phone held in one hand, and a white object in the other. the closer you get, the bigger his smile gets, and the narrower your glare gets.

you stop in front of him, shoving the stroller into his foot and pushing at his chest for good measure. "you fucking asshole!" you repeat, as if he hadn't heard you the first time.

ethan laughs, he cackles, like he just told the best joke in history. the dial tone of ethan ending the call is barely heard over the blood rushing in your ears.

"c'mon, babe," ethan tilts his head as he pockets his phone and the white object. his hands reach for you, and you flinch away the first time, but the second time you let him rest his hands on your waist and pull you into him. he places a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"i fucking hate you." there's no bite behind your bark.

"yet you decided to have a baby with me."

stupid fucking assignment.

#ethansworld!#ethan landry x reader #ethan scream 6 #ethan landry x you #ethan landry fluff #scream 6 #celeste writes scrream #celeste writes scream

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katesmemes · 2 months

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feel free to change any pronouns, etc. || may contain some nsfw!

"I don't think that blush is your shade."

"I'll probably just stay home."

"This is the first critical rager of the year."

"You know what your doctor said."

"You need socialization."

"Why don't you use my tanning bed?"

"You're in need, babe."

"I'm really sorry you got electrocuted."

"Are you hot for anyone?"

"[Name], [Name], [Name], [Name], [Name], [Name], [Name]!"

"I don't know who that is."

"He doesn't play sports; he's cerebral."

"This party is gonna be clutch!"

"These things will turn your feet into hamburger helper."

"It's not haunted, just abandoned. Desecrated."

"Well, I heard [Name(s)] do witchcraft over there."

"I've never seen anybody there."

"I think it's really peaceful and quiet."

"I talk to him sometimes."

"I brought this for you."

"It's kinda morbid when I wear it so I wanted you to have it."

"That's really weird, [Name]."

"I just don't think anyone should be forgotten."

"Y'know, I wasn't gonna say anything, they were such a mess, but you look amazing now!"

"Oh my God, [Name], bag your face!"

"How do you know my name?"

"So what exactly happened to her?"

"I can never ever talk about it, for personal and legal reasons, and i also pinky swore, but I guess I can tell you. I trust you."

"I'd be screwed up if I were her, too."

"Hi, sorry, how do we know each other?"

"You're being so dramatic."

"This is not what I expected from you; you have so much potential."

"Lets find somewhere for you to sit for a bit, yeah?"

"I hate parties like this; I don't even know why I came."

"Your hair feels like easter grass."

"You know it's not nice to lead people on."

"I wish I was with you."

"It's okay; everyone does it."

"You should probably get going."

"Did you smash the mirror in the bathroom?"

"Do you know what happens to people who act out?"

"How about an apology?"

"I feel like I may want to apologize for what happened last night."

"Well, I'm glad you're okay."

"Oh, is there pizza left?"

"I think I'm gonna skip the movie."

"I'm just really tired from work."

"Do you know how hard that is on the groin muscles?"

"It doesn't even hurt anymore."

"Do you like this song?"

"We're better off up here in case anyone comes home."

"I haven't said this many words in a row in forever."

"I hate to say it, but you're either crazy, or just goddamned inconsiderate!"

"You're kind of absurd, aren't you?"

"I really don't get your fixation with that one."

"There are plenty of halfway-dece guys who would date you."

"I wanna help you, I really do, but I dunno how."

"It's a waste of time to try and fix a boy; it's better to just accept a guy's flaws."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"What happened to your neck?"

"You don't want to hold my hand?"

"This whole place gives me the creeps, okay?"

"I thought that was a really cool thing to say."

"Don't feel bad about what we did!"

"You saved me."

"Is that a rad new trend or something?"

"I don't play with dolls anymore."

"I'm sure there's some explanation."

"You know I'm usually pretty cool about things, right?"

"I have a bad feeling about this."

"You have no idea how scary this is."

"I actually feel like something's wrong."

"People are so afraid of death because they dunno when it's gonna happen to them."

"I'm not afraid of death anymore."

"I don't wanna die a virgin."

"I want to do it with someone I truly love."

"You're so supportive."

"I love our conversations."

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude."

"How about I drive since you're not feeling so good?"

"Your boobs look great by the way."

"This is just too freaking much."

"It's your fault we're screwed."

"You act like you're happy for me, and you care about me, but you're not really happy for me."

"You couldn't let me have this one thing?"

"You knew I liked him and you went after him on purpose!"

"I swear, I would never do that to you!"

"Guys usually only want me for one thing."

"It just was never gonna work out between us."

"I don't have feelings for you like that."

"Do you know how uncool that is?!"

"Uh, you're not making any sense."

"Thank you for being nice to me when no one else was."

"You're the type of person who usually bullies me or looks right through me, but you didn't."

"You actually went out of your way to try to tell people I was part of your family."

"You really actually wanted me to be your sister..."

"You're a great person, [Name]."

"Listen, we're running out of time."

"Make love to me."

#rp meme #roleplay meme #rp starter sentences #rp starters #starter sentences #roleplay starters #rp sentence starters #ask meme #sentence starters #ask prompt #movie sentence starters #lisa frankenstein sentence starters #lisa frankenstein starter sentences

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incorrect-trolls-imagines · 4 months

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Hi! How was your day? Good,i hope?

Anyways,I found your account recently and I really liked your partner squad AU! It's so wholesome and funny 😭 And I love Polyamorous relationships (i guess that's what it is?)

Here's a little headcanon (?) request for them,because I read the 'loosing colors' HC and I think that was just my favorite thing out of the partner squad thingies-

Honestly,I just want some hurt/comfort. I like crying (/j)

I give total freedom to you about what angst it is,but if you want,or are out of ideas,here are some:

-Reader comes back home after being harassed (not s3xually,maybe just about the way they act? Maybe they just stick out a lot and some people don't like it??? Some people are bullies man..)

-Overworked reader (Maybe breaking down??)

-Socially anxious reader?

-the reader fainting suddenly??

Something like that! Anyways,I hope this isn't too vague of a description,and that you have a fantastic day!!

-Nina/Weewoo

HII HELLO!!! THANKS FOR THE REQUEST AND I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A NICE DAY TOO!!! AND I'M GONNA DO ALL OF THEM IDEAS YOU SENT CUZ I'M A SUCKERRRR FOR ✨A N G S T✨

okey dokey folks! we've gots some ✨A N G S T✨ to go through so it's-a time to get-a cooking!

Here's the Loosing Colors post btw and I'm gonna use that one just for this first scenario (omg. a sequel, yes!)

💙♥️🖤Partner Squad Reacting to Gray!Reader getting harassed💙♥️🖤

💞 As a whole 💞

💞 Oh, they pissed. As soon as they find out that you've been having trouble with some inconsiderate trolls being nasty to you for having lost your colors, you can bet they're practically up in arms and very eager to have a talk with those bullies.

💞 (You're mortified and somehow manage to convince them to Not Do Anything To Harsh for your sake, though.)

💞 Lots of reassurance!

💞 Your partners won't allow you to sulk or dwell too much in the whole ordeal and they'll make a combined effort to always lift your spirits up whenever you start to believe the rude and flat out unnecessary things the bullies said to you.

♥️ Barb ♥️

♥️ She's easily the most outraged out of the lot. She hates bullies (kinda ironic, yeah, but you get the idea.).

♥️ Particularly, she hates bullies that joke and tease about such sensitive topics as losing your colors. Because, c'mon, that's just straight up professional huge a-hole behavior.

♥️ Whenever she wants to help you feel more comfortable with your situation, she'll take your hands in hers and raise them to your eye level, as if wanting you to take a good look of your laced fingers.

♥️ “Y’see? I'm sorta gray too, if you think about it. But I think you rock those grays way better than me, babe.” (She's intentionally corny to get a smile out of you and it works every time.)

♥️ She tries to get back at the bullies, but she's always too obvious and you never let her have the payback she's so adamant you deserve.

🩵 Branch 🩵

🩵 He can relate.

🩵 Oh, he can relate a lot. He grew up gray and, man, can trolls be cruel even if they seem to be all sunshine and rainbows. Not to say ‘he’s had it worse’ when he was younger, no, he's not the type to downplay a situation like this, ever, but he's definitely the best candidate to help you go through this ordeal because of his past.

🩵 Lot's of open-heart talks, venting, hugs and, yes, lots of tears from both sides as well (just don't go around telling everyone, please).

🩵 He's still devastated that something as awful as losing one's colors could ever happen to you but he can't mope about it forever (never in front of you, at least); he remains strong for your sake.

🩵 He also tries to ‘avenge’ you in whatever way he can, almost begging you to let him at least do something to deal with the ones that bothered you, anything, but you never give in and eventually he gives up (very reluctantly).

🧡 Hickory 🧡

🧡 Now, Hickory over here, he's actually the only one that manages to evade your suspicions and he flat out threatens the trolls that harassed you to buck off (in an eerily peaceful and very cowboy-ish manner, might I add).

🧡 After that, you don't ever get bothered again and Hickory lets you believe that those trolls simply had a change of heart.

🧡 His way of helping you go through this hardship is not by ignoring the issue, but he just rather not mention the obvious unless it's absolutely necessary.

🧡 It's not like he's in love with you for your colors or whatever, but he does care deeply for your mood and feelings. He just wants you to be happy, y'know?

🧡 When the time comes that your colors gradually start to show up again, he just smiles and he'll go out of his way to always remind you of how beautiful those shades and tones look on you even if they're still a bit dim.

🩷 Poppy 🩷

🩷 She's frustrated, very, very much so. Why and how can other trolls be so mean and nasty???? Like Why?

🩷 After finding out about the way you were harassed, she gets clingy. She gets clingy because now she doesn't want to leave you all on your own, exposed to more mistreatment.

🩷 Just like Branch, she's familiar with the subject of color loss and she doesn't take it lightly for a second.

🩷 You could even say it's a bit of some sort of guilt she feels about the way Branch used to be treated in the past that she's now worried 24/7 about you.

🩷 She refuses to allow anyone even think about ostracizing you; she'll go feral if she ever catches someone even batting an eye at your lack of vibrant colors, let alone comment anything on the matter in a negative way.

💚 Tresillo 💚

💚 He's still not entirely used to seeing you without those lovely colors of yours and he's not shy to admit out loud that he misses them.

💚 But he doesn't do that to make you feel bad, or inadequate or guilty on any level; he's just honest like that, and he hopes for the day that your beautiful colors return.

💚 Then, and only then, he'll know you're really and truly okay. And if you're happy, he's happy.

💚 Like Poppy, he gets overprotective and almost overbearing just so he can keep an eye over you so no one else dares bother you in the slightest about your color loss.

💚 He won't threaten anyone like Hickory did, but he will glare and give the worst of stink eyes at whoever steps out of line in his presence, and man, he can look kinda scary when he's serious like that.

💙 Trollex 💙

💙 Like mentioned before, Trollex once lost his colors too after the passing of his parents, but that particular experience he has on the subject is what gives him the reassurance he needs that you can get better, just like he did and just like Branch did as well.

💙 The thought of someone bullying you for your situation makes his blood boil but he's more concerned on how you feel and what you think.

💙 Forget those bullies, they don't matter now. Now it's all about you and how you feel and what you need.

💙 He becomes a bit of a mother hen, always asking about your mood and hoping that one of these days, your bright colors will shine bright once again.

💙 He's a great listener, so if you need a shoulder to cry on or just vent, he'll always be there, ready to give you advice and make sure you always leave with a huge smile on your face.

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stardewvalleybut-i-draw · 4 months

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I don't think Haley is purposefully mean

I sometimes see that people write and interpret Haley's character as mean schoolgirl style which is fair and you can read a character however you want to! But I read her in-game dialogue a bit and got a completely different vibe from her so here's my thoughts on her character! I know Hayley can be a bit controversial because of how she's introduced to you but I don't think she's intentionally being mean or malicious. I think she's just very blunt and honest about what's in her mind so it makes her come off as rude

(funny enough, I only noticed this because that's kinda how I write the male farmer in my stories)

If she thinks your outfit is trash or your shoes are made of plastic, she'll tell you! with not a single word filter in mind (kinda like a child who unintentionally roasts you) I'm assuming she's not trying to offend you because it doesn't read like she's trying to push you away, Haley's just letting you know what she thinks :/ ofc after her character arc, she would be a lot more open and understanding to things she doesn't immediately understand or like so she would still be very blunt but just not inconsiderate personally, I like this interpretation a lot more so I'll write her character more like this in my comics, although I can see why the mean girl route is more interesting! but hey, that's just my thoughts!

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew #sdv haley #stardew haley

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back into my head (18+)

from ─ ⋆ dinna’s holiday special *ੈ✩

pairings: gunil x virgin fem!reader

genre: smut wc: 4k

summary: your brother decides to invite his best friend who studies abroad over for christmas - the one that ruined your 19th birthday, and has gotten only hotter since you last saw each other

contains: sub!reader, virgin!reader, brother’s best friend trope, enemies to lovers trope, banter, oral sex (f), pet names, praise kink, gunil acts like a sneaky perv a little, dirty talk, use of vibrator

a/n: please, keep in mind english is not my first language, i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

saying this now cause i don’t want to disappoint anyone - they don’t fuck. sooo maybe i could do part 2 in the future if you’re interested?

!! this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes

You pull your brother into the bathroom, making sure no one has seen or followed you. The pure terror that glows in your eyes pierce right through his own, as you lean back on the door not letting him escape.

“What is he doing here?”

“What, you can invite your friend over for Christmas, but I can’t?” He raises a brow suspiciously.

“My friend is not a rude, inconsiderate asshole that goes through people’s stuff behind their back!”

“Are you still not over that shit? It was a joke.”

He attempts to push you away, but you do your best to stay still.

“He embarrassed me in front of all my friends! On my birthday!”

“Jesus Christ, I’m surprised you still have any friends left.”

“You should’ve at least told me he was coming!” You shout in a whisper, while your brother’s already pushing the door handle, only rolling his eyes at you.

“Hey,” Gunil follows your body movements, as you take your seat.

He sat next to you. Of course.

“Long time no see.”

“You’re back,” you’re just able to note through a crooked smile.

“Yeah, you don’t seem very excited about it.”

“I’m… surprised.”

“And even more beautiful than the last time I saw you.“

Although giving constant compliments to girls is a pretty known fact for your brother’s best friend, this still catches you off guard, and you feel your insides twist.

“Don’t even mention that day.”

“Why not?” His surprise almost feels sincere, forcing you turn to him.

As you remember the contours of his face, that still feel so familiar even after four years, you realise your memory is wrong. The last time you saw each other was actually when you went with your brother to drop him off at the airport for his second semester at university. You were successfully blocking out this day from your mind, as it was spent in you soaking your pillows with tears till you fell asleep. After that you decided to stop tagging along.

“You turned my nineteenth birthday into a total nightmare, remember?” You try to play it off, not expecting him to catch a thing.

“That wasn’t the last time I saw you though.” His lips slid up for a slight moment, but fall down quickly.

“Maybe it’s not, but it’s the one that’s engraved in my brain forever.”

“We made a pretty fun show, don’t you think?” He grins, turning half of his body at you.

“What are you talking about over there?” Your brother asks from across the table.

You look at Gunil challengelly giving him the opportunity to answer.

“I was just asking her about…” His lips slid upwards, as you shoot him a more warning look. ”How’s uni going.”

“Booooring.” Your brother whistles, piling his plate with food.

“I would be more than happy to drop out of the conversation, so please continue with whatever topic you like.”

“Me and your brother talk every day, but you on the other hand…” Gunil stops mid sentence, looking in another direction for a change. “You haven’t called or texted me once since I left the country.”

With eyes down in your still empty plate, because your appetite was long gone, you pray for your brother to speak up, and change the subject. But just at that exact moment you watch how one of your cousins decides to pull him by the sleeve, stealing his attention.

It starts to weigh heavy on you - the realisation that you’ll always have feelings for him. Your first crush, that started as a silly innocent possibility, but grew to be something out of control, that he’d never take seriously.

You’ll forever be his friend’s silly sister that’s so fun to mess around in hours of boredom.

“Aren’t you gonna ask how long I’m staying?” Gunil plays with his glass cup in one hand, deciding that maybe it’s time to change the direction of your poor conversation. “Your room hasn’t changed at all. Still very… pink.”

“You were in my room?!”

“Can you blame me?” He leans back in his chair, locking eyes with you. “It’s been years since I last saw you. I want to know what’s new.”

“Yes, I can blame you actually for a lot of things.”

“Such as?” His brow raises provocatively. “Wait, I know… for being too fucking handsome.”

“Oh, please just…” You turn around, trying to ignore him.

“Your neighbour told me I had a glow up.”

You scoff, pretending you just heard the biggest lie in your life.

“Got a boyfriend?”

“None of your business.”

“So still a virgin?”

Your fork falls down from your grip loudly. When did you even pick it up to hold it so intensely?

“For god’s sake… You haven’t changed at all, huh?” You glare at him and seeing his amusement makes you even more pissed. You continue your tirade, trying to speak as quietly as you can. “Still the same pervert who read my diary for fun in front of everyone. You disgust me.”

You take a sip of water, as your throat becomes dry in seconds. A sudden touch on top of your thigh makes you almost spit it out.

“Is this the only thing I make you feel?” Gunil leans close to your ear, so you’re the only one that hears him. “Are you not forgetting something?”

His fingers squeeze playfully when he catches you looking down in your lap. You immediately return your attention to the table, secretly looking around in case someone is watching. What is he thinking?

“I’m sure I’m not.” You try your best to sound cool and collected, but fail at it miserably.

You expect to hear another joke about one of the many passages you dedicated to him in your old diary, but he only removes his palm in silence.

It makes you regret for not doing it earlier yourself, but you couldn’t find a way to move a bone.

“I left you a present,” he speaks out after clearing his throat. “That’s why I was up in your room.”

“Why didn’t you just leave it under the tree like normal people do?”

“Cause it’s just for your eyes only.”

What kind of a sick joke does he have for you now?

You feel your chest and face flaming hot, as you excuse yourself.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

Gunil watches you leaving the dinner table barely hiding his satisfied smirk.

He finds your small figure sitting on the big bed, and softly lit by the yellow string lights hanging from your window.

When you look at his direction your face looks scandalized.

“What is this?” You hold back to urge to cuss at him, as you close the box. You can’t look at this in his presence.

“Do you like it?”

“I can’t believe you’re still mocking me.”

“I’m not mocking you,” his brows shift in a confused gaze. “This is what you wanted and I got it for you. We both know you’re too scared to do it yourself.”

“Well, you’re wrong, I don’t want it and I never did. Thank you for thinking of me though.”

Still at the same spot in the middle of the bed, you reach at him with one hand, waiting to get rid of the pink box as quickly as possible.

“I doubt those small fingers do the job.” He says bluntly, not missing a single flinch of your stunned face.

Your eyes widen, as your cheeks begin to burn. His audacity to come here and entertain himself by making fun of you leaves you speechless.

“I know it’s probably a shock to you, but I go out with boys,” you speak the words slowly one after another, so they can slide in clearly in his brain. ”I’m actually currently seeing one, so this… you can return it or gift it to some of your hook ups. I’m sure you have many to choose from.” You force a smile.

Gunil chuckles, processing everything you just told him, before speaking in a more suggestive tone.

“Who is he?”

“Just… a guy I share a few classes with,” you reply, avoiding his gaze.

“Is he any good?”

You shake your head, feeling almost exhausted from his attitude. Just when you think it can’t get any worse he spits out another question.

“How many times has he made you cum so far?” You blink at him rapidly in disbelief, while he steps closer, sitting at the edge of the bed.

He doesn’t need to look at you to know you’re making this up.

“H-he is… good.” you stutter, thinking of a response. “That’s all I’m going to say, cause anything else is none of your business.”

He grins, feeling your flustered gaze roaming all over his back. Your voice began to tremble, leading him to think that you’re either seeing someone you’ve done nothing with yet, or you’re not seeing anyone at all.

“There’s no need to lie to me, sweetheart.” Gunil turns to fixate his eyes on your flushed cheeks. Your skin is warmly colored from the fairy lights, but he could still see that you’re blushing. “Do you want me to show you how to use it?” He rests on his side, crossing fingers in anticipation, but you just roll your eyes, dismissing him.

Before you have time to react his hands remove the lid of the box, letting everything fall down on the mattress. The pink toy appears where you did not want to see it the most - between you and Gunil.

Blood rises to your face once again, as you watch his fingers wrap around the handle, pressing a button. You almost jump when you hear its sound. The fear of someone passing by your room and hearing it causes you to instantly steal the vibrator from him, but his grip is stronger.

“Relax,” he cackles at your startled expression. “It’s not that loud, see? People think about those things.” His eyes quickly glance at your hand on top of his. The fact it took you some time to pull it away even after he silenced the toy felt like a little reward to him.

“You didn’t give me an answer.” Gunil runs his heavy palm over your knee.

Your lips part, as you want to say something, but you’ve run out of words the moment he came to lay beside you. You really don’t want to just stay silent and so obviously embarrassed - it’s humiliating how every little thing he does has such a big and vivid effect on you. But the only thing you could do right now is go number under his touch.

“I-I…” You stutter under your breath. The higher his hand goes, the harder it becomes to pretend. You want this. You want him. You’ve always had. “Yes… you can show me.”

“Show you what?”

He chuckles when you look away frightened at the thought of having to say the full sentence.

You watch him moving the box and the wrapping paper aside not expecting him to come on top of you straight away. The weight of his body falls on top of yours, as his mouth instantly finds your neck. The texture of his tongue burns your skin, leaving warm and wet traces up to your ear, causing goosebumps. Before you realise, your fingers are lost in his soft hair, pulling him closer.

“You took so long to answer, sweetheart, I forgot what my question was.” His lips follow along the line of your jaw, moving to your parted mouth. “You have to refresh my memory before I go any further.”

His hot breath sticks all over you, as he speaks through his signature cocky smile.

“I want you t-to teach me… how to use it.”

“Why are you so shy?” He swipes his tongue along your bottom lip. “I’ve read your little fantasies about me there’s nothing to hide anymore.”

You’ve always wondered what Gunil’s mouth feels like. You’ve written in your diary all of the possibble ways he kisses so many times you’ve lost count. However, this doesn’t come close to any of them. He is gentle and rough; erotic and soft at the same time. The way he guides your lips radiates confidence and lust you’ve never felt before from any of the few guys you’ve been on dates with.

He takes your chin with his thumb and index finger, so he can make you open your lips wider for his tongue. The astonishing feeling of your tongues meeting makes your spine arch, begging to feel more of his body as possible.

He doesn’t break the kiss while the fingers of his right hand swiftly unbutton your cardigan.

You put a cardigan tonight, because you hated wearing bras at home, but if you had even the slightest idea that something like this was going to happen, you would’ve worn one - a pretty one that would match your panties. You gasp for air when he breaks the kiss for the first time so he can take a look of what was underneath it.

“Is this what you wear at home every day?” He asks and you swoon over how deep and intense his voice has become.

“Pretty much, yeah,” you breath out, as he keeps staring at your thin revealing top. One strip is hanging loose from your shoulder, while your nipples are poking lightly through the fabric.

He takes one boob in his hand and goes over its nipple with his thumb. The slow circles around it turn into a squeeze when he attaches his mouth against yours for a long wet kiss which he takes down your neckline.

Your lips part in awe from being suddenly struck with lost for words from how aroused you feel already.

Unconsciosly you humm in bliss when he runs his tongue over your top. Sucking harshly on your breast, he forces your sensitive nipple to perk up, which he takes as a sign to put even more pressure through more licks and bites, soaking the fabric with his spit. You grip on the cushion, as he holds your boob and quickly circles the tip of his tongue around the clothed bud.

The cute squirming of your body forces his cock to twitch eagerly every second.

“You’re so sensitive, princess,” he whispers, letting his spit drop down over your nipple before taking it between his lips again. A long muffled groan escapes his throat when you grab a handful of his hair, as he still holds it between his teeth. “Feel like you can cum just from having your nipples sucked.” He pinches the bud and you whimper, feeling the rush of it coloring your face.

Gunil pulls back to take off your pants, tossing them to the floor. He smirks approvingly when you sit up to remove your cardigan.

“Good girl.”

His hand caresses your cheek, sliding down your shoulder, before pulling away to find the vibrator.

When you hear the toy turning on, your body tenses again from the overwhelming excitement and nerves clouding up your mind. The buzzing sound fills the thick air, as the head moves towards your intimate place, making your heartbeat race. You won’t be surprised if he could hear that too.

You instantly respond to the unfamiliar thrill the moment it sneaks through your panties. The sensation lands on your clit, shooting waves of pleasure, as Gunil holds the vibrator steady in one place. The sudden contact makes you gasp vocally while clenching your tummy.

“Mmmm,” Gunil wets his lips at the pretty view of your bare plush thighs spread apart for him. The sight of your expressions changing rapidly from how good you feel turns him on even more. “Feels nice, doesn’t it?” He leaves it over your clit for a while, waiting for the feeling to take you over. His fingertips are travelling on your left inner thigh, scratching and wishing they could feel more of you already.

You shut your eyes only humming in agreement. As the vibrations sink into your pussy your legs begin to slightly move around from excitement, your toes rubbing against the fabric of Gunil’s pants. You can feel yourself get wetter from how your underwear is now sticking to your folds, and your hole is starting to clench. It feels warm, energising, and like nothing you’ve ever felt from playing alone with your fingers.

Gunil removes the vibrator without saying a word and that makes you yap from surprise, but also from desperation. You swallow down the urge to plead to put it back exactly where it was, but that doesn’t seem to matter much when he grins at your hazy eyes and pouting mouth.

“What, do you start to like your new toy?”

You rub your thighs together cause you couldn’t stand the high temperature down there anymore.

Gunil catches that in time, immediately seperating them again.

“P-please…” you mutter, going over your panties with your hand, hoping it’s going to make him put the toy back sooner.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” He pushes your thighs towards your chest, as you’re still in a sitting position just holding yourself on your palms. “Show me your tits, princess.”

You pull the straps of your top down your shoulders, leaving it around your stomach to expose your breasts for him.

He cusses quietly under his breath, placing back the vibrator on your clit, but this time pressing harder.

“O-oh… G-Gunil…” You moan towards the ceiling, as the rush floods back through your body, but ten times harder.

“You’ll learn to love it even more, sweetheart.” He says, while slowly moving the vibrations in circles, stealing even more delicate sounds from you. Watching you chew your lips almost violently in attempts to keep your pretty voice down grows his erection, making it difficult to keep it in his pants.

He brings the vibrator down to your wet hole, then brings it up again, leaving it to sit on the sensitive place. Meanwhile, the fingers of his other hand grips your leg, so his lips can travel freely on it. He starts placing wet hungry kisses all over your skin, unable to resist you.

You throw your head back with your face all scrunched up from the ecstatic delight. Every time Gunil shifts the vibrating head a scream creeps up in your throat from how amazing it feels, but you fight it back. As you tug on the sheets for support, you begin rolling your hips against the toy, reaching for your peak. That instantly pulls his attention away from your leg.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, Y/N…” He groans, running his hand over your lower abdomen, imagining the way his dick would touch your cervix. “Wanna give you my cock so fuckin’ bad, you’ll take it so well, sweetheart..”

“G-Gunil, I…” You fall on your back, as you feel like breaking down any second now.

“Princess… need you to cum for me…” Gunil pants, holding your thighs apart.

As if his words were a charm, the second they sank into your mind, your figure begins to shake, forcing him to get a hold of you in a way the vibrations won’t escape your clit.

“Yeah, baby, let it out. Good girl.”

Your hands fly to cover your mouth, but as the orgasm gradually fades out, you hide your burning face too. You can hear Gunil’s chuckles, teasing you for not being able to comprehend what just happened.

He provokes you to peek through your fingers by kissing around your bellybutton just so he can reach lower, biting on the waistband of your underwear. The sudden slap of the fabric against your skin after he drops it from between his teeth makes you flinch.

“Fuck, what do we have here?” He grins amused after he settles between your thighs.

You could feel his warm breaths coming at your leaking pussy. Subtle, yet so effective in waking up a new wave of arousal in your body, that maybe just never went away. Instead it just keeps growing stronger.

“You’ve made a big mess, princess.”

Feeling his index finger slide down between your lips, pressing into your tiny hole has you break a whimper.

“Gunil, I…” You stutter around your words, still regaining control of your breathing. “I’ve never done it before.” It would’ve took you a lot longer to admit it if you had to look at him, so you stay with your eyes squeezed shut.

“I know, sweetheart.” You sense a smile that doesn’t have the usual perky ring to it. It actually feels comforting. “It’s okay. I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

He sucks the soaked patch of your panties into his mouth, savouring the sweet taste. The muscled tip of his tongue sends a strong rush through your core after it moves between your folds.

How is it possible to feel so intense even through the fabric?

“I’m afraid we have to return downstairs soon. People will start looking for us.”

You look at his hair, that was so neat and put together when he got here, and now is a mess; his eyelids dropping heavy like he’s intoxicated; how are you supposed to leave the room pretending like nothing has changed?

Your chest that just calmed down minutes ago begins to rise quicker again, as his palm rubs you gently while he speaks.

“I want to give you my cock nice and slow when it’s only the two of us, sweetheart.”

You shiver, but your body burns from his voice, as if you’re having a fever. Chilly air brushes at your entrance when he pulls your panties aside, exposing the view he’s been craving.

“I want to listen to your pretty moans…” his sentence stops from the way he concentrates on sliding a finger through your tight dripping hole. He sighs from relieving pleasure when it goes in, and continues his thought. “How they rise higher and higher as I fuck your silly brains out.”

Your head rises up to see his mouth going into your cunt, making its first laps at your slickness. The sudden contact makes your bones tremble, and your eyes roll back at your skull. When he suddenly moves his head left to right, teasing your clit with his tongue, you let out a deep groan, that you realised was dangerously loud way too late.

You hiss at the stimulating combination he creates between fingering and swiftly playing with your clit. His tongue caresses the nerves with strong forceful moves that at one point make you shift your hips up for even more friction.

“Ahh, s’good…”

His lips suck loudly on your clit one last time while looking into your eyes. His attractiveness in that small moment almost blurs your vision.

“Princess, you have no idea how sweet you taste…” He spreads your pussy nicely with both hands, giving it a nice look as if he wants to memorise every little detail about it. “Just like candy,” he adds, feeling his erection throbbing painfully at your tiny cunt pulsing from cute sensitivity; from needing to be filled up; needing to be stretched out.

You don’t even realise until you hear it, but the vibrator is back into his hand.

“Here, try it yourself now.”

When you take it from him without saying a word, Gunil quickly moves you in another position with ease. He guides your hand that’s holding the buzzing toy between your legs, as you’re standing on your knees. He presses your head into the mattress, then lifts your butt up in the air.

“Good girl, you look so pretty spread out like this for me.” He strokes your spine, your hair, your ass cheeks, while his hips push his huge boner into your behind. “F-fuck…” he pants, as you start to whimper in sync with his thrusts. “This is how I’ll fuck you, baby… This is how I’ll ruin that sweet pussy of yours.”

He teases your clenched hole, as you already struggle enough to hold the vibrations on your clit from being close to orgasm again. You repress your noises into the sheets when two of his fingers manage to insert your tight entrance. Slowly, but steadily they begin to stretch it out, massaging your gummy walls.

“Let me strech you out a little, sweetheart. You cannot fit even half of me in there.”

Your thighs begin to jiggle from not only the sensations that go through your core, but now from his curled up fingertips too, while the rest of your body moves back and forth from his lower body humping you.

The feeling of his rough clothed bulge pressing into your flesh makes something inside your chest flutter. He moves exactly how he would if he was gliding his dick in and out of you. Airy moans escape his mouth, echoing into your mind, as the sound of them is one of the most hypnotising sounds you’ve ever heard. You wish you could see this intimate, but filthy image of him using you as if you’re a pillow, but you can’t.

“Damn, princess.. so fuckin’ tight around me, fuck…” He cusses behind your shoulder, forcing you to melt on the mattress with his groans. “You barely let me move, baby.”

His sounds alone can make you come undone, and with the strong buzzing coating your pussy, it doesn’t take you long to whine his name over and over again.

His wrist begins to slam into your ass, as you squeeze his fingers tightly, soaking them with so much moisture.

“Cum on my fingers like the good girl you are for me, princess, come on…”

You suffocate from digging your face into the sheets, meanwhile your legs gradually collapse with your toes curled from pleasure. After you roll over on your back, feeling completely washed out, Gunil cannot resist. He spreads the sticky wetness all over your skin, watching it glisten everywhere under the yellow lights coming from the window. He swipes one finger once between your messy lips, chuckling at your legs instantly closing.

You both stay in silence for a while. If the noise of every single person of your family over talking the others counts as silence.

“So…” You whisper, glancing at him. “How long are you staying?”

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

#dinna’s holiday special #xdinary heroes smut #xdinary heroes hard thoughts #xdinary heroes hard hours #gunil smut #xdh smut #gunil hard thoughts #xh hard hours #xdinary heroes x reader #gunil x reader

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emeritus-fuckers · 8 months

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Hey! Can you please write headcanons about all the papas with a S/O who gets angry pretty easily. Like something small happens and the S/O is ready to throw hands.

Thank you <3

Anytime :D <3 - Nyx

Papas with an S/O who gets angry easily

Primo

It was the final straw when you knocked over the potted plant. It fell to the floor and smashed, soil going everywhere, the plant laying there helpless.

You shouted angrily, and kicked a bit of the cracked teracota.

"Amore" Primo says calmingly. "It's alright, it does not matter."

He scoops up the plant and carefully places it in a fresh pot, dropping in the soil to cover its roots.

"See? No harm done." He sees that you're still frustrated, so he pulls you to him, stroking you hair and muttering soothing words.

A ghoul has already cleaned up the broken pot and soil by the time he releases you.

Primo sits you down and makes a pot of tea, he'll ask if there is anything else bothering you. He listens to you as you finally admit what is really going on. So many things have built up.

"It will pass, when you reach my age you realise that. All things good and bad will come to an end. So this, amore, will also pass."

His presence is already calming anyway, so it doesn't take long for you to calm down.

If you ever get annoyed at him, he'll be so calm and gentle with you it's almost impossible.

He'll ask how he can sort things out to see you happy again and then he'll make it happen. Or if it's something you've misunderstood or anything like that, he'll just talk it through with you.

Mind you he's not a push-over, if you go too far you'll see a little glimpse of his dark side, just enough to end the argument there and then. It's the look in his eye as he asks you to leave him alone until you calm down that just stops you.

Secondo

You were on a night out when it happened. They were rude, they pushed past you to get to the bar, knocking the drink from your hand.

Thankfully nothing spilt on you, but you blood boiled and you snarled at them "watch where you are going."

They arrogantly told you to "watch where you are going." You could feel your hands balling into fists.

"Buy them a new drink." Secondo appeared next to you looking terrifying. The person stood there stunned. "Apologise properly, and get them another drink."

Once the situation was over Secondo took you aside, and let you vent about how inconsiderate the person had been.

He will always be there to back you up no matter what. If you are angry, he's got your back. He won't let things escalate unless the situation demands it. In which case he's thrown the first punch before you get a chance.

If you ever shout at him he'll just raise an eyebrow and wait for you to calm down. He chooses not to lose his temper with you because when he snaps, he snaps. But afterwards he'll have a discussion about whatever was said, and you work things out that way.

If he thinks you've said anything unfairly to him while in a rage he will address that. "Now then cara, it's not true is it that I ignored you all day. You know that's not what it was. I was working. But if you miss me that much, we can go out together now" He'll hold his arms out to you as you mutter an apology.

Terzo

"Tesoro, what is wrong? Come here, come to Papa and tell me" He holds his arms out for you and pulls you onto his lap. Stroking your hair, and calming you even as you protest.

He eventually gets you to tell him what's wrong. An ex friend of yours has been nasty, and you went to punch them. But then you knew you couldn't so you just stormed off and now you feel like you should have.

"Amore, do you want Papa to go and sort it out?"

You mumble that it's okay, you can defend yourself. But he insists on coming with you.

Terzo rips the person to pieces just with his words. He gives them such a dressing down for treating you badly that they never try anything again.

If you are angry at him he might make a joke to try and defuse the situation with humour. Which just annoys you more. So he just claims he made you angrier on purpose. Because he wanted you to get it out of your system.

Sometimes his jokes work and you end up laughing. There is no way you can stay angry at him and he just grins.

His other approach when someone really annoys you is to take you to the gym.

He'll pass you some boxing gloves and put the pads on. He then holds them up and says "Imagine these are the persons face, hit these, amore. As hard as you can"

Copia

If you aren't too angry, just on the verge of it, he'll distract you with his rats.

If you shout at him, he'll look shocked and miserable. You can't, you just cannot be angry with this man so you stop instantly and hug him.

"Calmed you down, sì?" he'll say with a small smile like it was intentional.

He hates seeing you angry so he'll get you to talk about it.

"What has happened at work today, cara?" He asks all concerned as you storm into the room.

You angrily tell him something went wrong and you wasted an hour on useless crap.

He'll let you rant about it for as long as you need while cuddling you until you calm down a bit. He will also try and help you find a solution. "How about I help with some of your work tomorrow, sì? make up for lost time, eh?"

He kisses you softly "That's better amore, just breathe, just be in the moment here with me."

"Papa will stay here with you as long as you need." He holds you close to him. He is incredibly soothing and comforting.

The anger just melts out of you when you are in his embrace.

Old Nihil

He's too old to really get angry. Like, he can say harsh words and wave his arms around. But he just doesn't have the energy to lose his temper properly like he did when he was younger.

No matter how furious you get, he'll just sit there, staring at you lovingly.

"Oooh siiibblliiing your rage... it only makes you more beautiful... It lights up your eyes... I can almost see the flames of hell dancing within them..." He sighs happily.

That actually stops you in your tracks, your earlier infuration at him for not meeting you for lunch fading.

But you are still upset so you repeat again, slower, slightly more calmly that he stood you up.

It's like he suddenly sees how upset you actually are, it's more sadness that will get through to him than rage. "Oh... I am sorry, did we have a lunch planned?"

He holds his arms out wide "Let me hug you instead. I can show you how sorry I am, yes?"

And that is how you ended up snuggled against him for the rest of the day, watching movies.

Young Nihil

I mean... he's a hot head.

Something annoys you, he'll get just as annoyed.

If it was an object that had caused the anger, then Nihil will definitely join in smashing it up.

Like the time when the thing you were trying to fix just would not fucking work. No matter what you did.

So seeing you get frustrated and hit the thing, he picks up a hammer, walks over and whacks it. He then just grins at you.

"Go on, babe, you try." he hands the hammer to you, you then hit it. It's very cathartic. You giggle at the way he just came over and smashed the thing without even saying a word. You both enjoy absolutely destroying the thing, it's definitely broken now.

You shout, he'll shout at whoever or whatever it is that has pissed you off.

He'll be straight there by your side, ready to throw hands.

So Dark Lord help anyone that pisses you two off.

If you shout or get angry at him... it's going to be one hell of an argument.

You are both exhausted by the end of it, stood facing each other, breathing fast with your faces flushed. He stops short of saying anything else and just looks at you, how hot you look when you are furious.

"It's not worth it, babe" He'll growl. "Not when you're so enchanting, a temptress sent to me by the Dark Lord himself."

If you are up for it, then it normally ends in very passionate, enjoyable makeup sex.

Written by Nyx

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